Chapter 73-Hawks view
By: MysticFantasy
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"Being muscular and fit was a great experience." Tony said.
"Not until we changed back and Miss Potts made you sleep on the couch for that remark about staying in my body." Steve said.
"Still, it was entertaining." Tony replied.
"Like when we kept catching Clint pulling the Rear Window attitude." Natasha stated.
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"Stop pouting like a child." Natasha lightly scolded as Bruce pushed a wheelchair holding Clint Barton into the archers suite.
"No." Clint grumbled as he continued to glare angrily at the cast on his leg.
"You can glare at it all you want. It's not going anywhere for the next six weeks." Bruce said as he stopped the wheelchair in the middle of the living room.
"Just give me some meds and a pair of crutches." Clint declared as he turned himself around. "I've done it before. Sometimes without one or the other."
"Not an option. You do need some pain killers but that's it. Just rest. Doctor's orders." Bruce said with a smirk before excusing himself to go get the pain killers.
Clint continued to glare at his cast.
"Take this as a chance to relax." Natasha said. "You've been on a lot of missions recently. You need the time to unwind."
"You know I can't sit down for more than three minutes." Clint said.
"True." she agreed. "Well, you can still roam around the tower. Except the labs because that's where Bruce has the meds. Jarvis is also going to let us know if you go anywhere near an air vent. You are restricted from those. Fury is going to be sent weekly updates on your condition as well. He also wants you to take this time to relax."
"He just wants me away from the helicarrier because he knows I was part of that chocolate pudding prank." Clint said.
"That was you?" she lightly exclaimed.
"I'm back." Bruce said as he entered the room with a small bottle holding a few pills. "Take two a day. One in the morning and one in the evening. If you feel like you need another one for more intense pain then go ahead and take one but let me know when you do."
"Got it." Clint said.
"Alright then. Come on, Natasha. Let's let him get some rest." Bruce said and the two left.
Clint lightly sighed now that he was alone. He looked around the living room of his suite. He hadn't realized how plain it looked until now.
"I should redecorate." he said.
"Sir, I would advice against that since I have been ordered to inform sir and the others if you try anything that would cause you further physical harm." Jarvis said.
"Don't worry, Jarvis. I'll just look stuff up now that way I can actually do it when I'm out of this cast." Clint replied as he wheeled himself over to his desk in front of the window and opened his laptop. "Got any good suggestions?"
"If I may suggest, more calming colors. It helps to relax after a tiring day." the AI replied.
"I'll see what is 'relaxing' in my favorite color. Purple." Clint said and waited for his computer to bring up his log in.
As he waited, he looked outside the window and couldn't help but notice the building across from the tower. With a small grin, he grabbed his small pair of binoculars from his desk drawer.
Looking through the powerful lenses, he smirked when he saw a young couple in an apartment duck into a closet just as a third man was entering.
"Naughty, naughty." he said and turned his attention to another window where he saw a few people on laptops arguing back and forth.
"Nerds." he muttered.
He looked into another window and frowned when he saw a man with black gloves reach into a duffle bag and pull out a bundle of money.
"What the..."
He continued to watch, his trained eyes taking everything in. The archer felt his heart quicken a bit when the slightly jumpy man pulled out a gun from the bag and then tossed it into the nearest trash can.
"This does not look good."
"Agent Barton, is there something wrong?" Jarvis asked.
"Maybe. Can you get Natasha here?"
"Certainly, sir."
Clint went back to looking through his binoculars. The man grabbed the duffle bag and went into the next room that had unkept shades drawn.
"No, no."
"No what?" a voice asked.
Clint whirled around. He hadn't heard his friend come in.
"What are you doing?" Natasha asked.
"This is going to sound crazy, even for me, but I think I saw a robbery, and maybe a murder, suspect in that building." Clint answered.
"Did you listen to what Bruce told you about those pills?" the spy questioned.
"Yes, I did." he answered. "But I haven't taken any pills yet."
"Ok. Let me see." Natasha said and took the binoculars.
"Fourth floor from the top, fifth window from the left."
The spy followed his instructions and quickly spotted a man come into view.
"Is he a brunette?" she asked.
"Yep. Shaggy beard, wearing an ugly green sweater and black gloves."
"I see him and...he's taking his shirt off." Natasha said with a smirk.
"Hey. You're married." Clint stated as he took the binoculars back.
"Look, not touch."
"I'm telling Steve." Clint mused and cried out in pain when Natasha slapped his cast, giving his broken limb a stab of pain.
"Take those pills." Natasha ordered. "And stop spying on people who aren't even doing anything."
Clint watched Natasha leave before moving back to his laptop.
"I know what I saw." he muttered. "Did you see it Jarvis?"
"I'm afraid that I am unable to observe other buildings, sir." the AI answered.
"That's alright. It probably was my imagination. I've been around Tony too much."
"I would have to say that is a possibility, sir. Master Stark has had quite the influence on certain people."
"You got that right." Clint chuckled and began typing away on his laptop.
He began looking at various shade of purple that he might like for his walls, possible new bows and knives that he would like to add to his collection and various other things.
Despite his sudden need for redecoration, Clint's eyes kept looking over to his binoculars. He was tempted to grab them and look out his window again.
He sighed and turned his attention back to the screen before him. He continued to look at new bows that might be helpful on missions but his eyes once again went to the binoculars.
Several hours later...
"Clint, we brought your dinner." Natasha announced as she walked into the suite with her husband following, holding a tray that held the archer's meal.
"Clint?"
The couple found the archer in his wheelchair in front of the window with binoculars in his hands.
"You're up to something...I know it..." he muttered to himself.
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"That was a messed up trick, Stark." Clint exclaimed.
"It was hilarious though." Tony said with an amused grin.
"Why would you pay someone just to mess with Clint like that?" Bruce asked.
"I wanted to see if everyone thought it was either his imagination, his boredom or his meds." Tony answered.